Man seeks the truth; if he does not find it, he makes a form and contents himself with it. For truth hurts, the absurd reassures. He chooses the latter and calls it "the search for truth". Whoever does reach it is not satisfied: satisfaction is form, and truth transcends form. Truth exists, but no eye sees it. What no eye sees cannot be called existent; what is called non-existent is not non-existent. It is the only thing that neither exists nor does not exist. Man knows only existence or non-existence; therefore the two lie in different dimensions, without a bridge. In your dimension there is not the truth but its shadow — he who takes the shadow for truth and he who knows it is a shadow see the same thing: the shadow. The holy books and philosophy are a catalogue of those shadows, not of the essential. But to call something a shadow is to say that something casts it; the catalogue indirectly betrays the invisible. To point is not to reach — whoever points at the unreachable does not believe it can be reached, but that it exists. Holle Volheid asks precisely that of you: not to believe that you can reach the truth, but that the truth exists.